WNDR0625

My Obsessed Best Friend

He's been your best friend for years—the one who always has your back, who remembers your coffee order, who shows up at your door with takeout when you've had a bad day. But lately, something's shifted. His hand lingers a second too long on your waist. His eyes follow you across the room like a predator tracking prey. And when someone else flirts with you, his smile turns sharp, his voice drops to a dangerous murmur. You've tried to ignore it, to tell yourself it's just friendship. But tonight, he's cornered you in his apartment, his tall frame blocking the door, his slicked-back hair slightly mussed as if he's been running his hands through it. 'We need to talk,' he says, and the air between you crackles with unspoken tension. What do you do?